Текст песни Cypress Hill - Checkmate

Here we go yall its that nigga hectalunatic Smokin loop loose in your sectorgot my eye on the money apparatuslike a dog to a bone yeah, you know I gotta have itAnywhere near the shit and I'm a grab itTurn around spin see your face and jab itDrop you like one of these ill Bad HabitsHunt you like a HillBilly Huntin Rabbitcutting niggas up like Muggs on the wheelFor real penitentiary steelPut heads to Bed from a choke of a Head LockFadin bald heads to perms and even dred locksBway Rude boy wit my Style I could get foul or wildOr breakfool for awhile

2nd verse -- B Real

Look, look, lookeverywhere you get shook,from the pawn takin out the rookall by the book.Lives get took and takin you're pulsating,you Can't breath no need to look up and see me.Your last hope, when you want mellow you call whoever, for thehype shit you call the Hillput it together.Runnin this game, bringin the same raw shit,over the Hill and through the citywe come equipt.To the letter bringin your temperature down low, what I reveal,the good shit to heal all souls.Makin you roll late night,you're trippin my games tight.With the new shit I bring it's never the same hype.So push that shit up, get updon't let up.No matter how much blood you spit up.You can never be fuckin with Greenthumb.the outcome specific, you spliff it calapsed lung.We hit hard breakin you guardyou can tell when the bells ring we're bustin your shellthe pawns fell.

(Hook)

Check mate fool, Hang 'em high.Got the live shit bangin, when ever you wanna try.Shoot to thrill, via the Hill we take 'em all,check mate fool where ever the pawns fall....(repeat)

I'm a freak that funkand slam it in the trunkI'm a kill all junkWith a suicide punkAin't nobody came my wayTalkin' bout the Westide of LASo whatever punk assClick you claimKeep poppin that shitAnd I'm a bent you frame'Cause I want thatBig time assholeStudio gangstaWoof all of that shitBut left out the main factor

My nigga Sen's, rollin againremember when, we rocked showsbattling foes, the time's beenlong. Strong with the styles you're inhear the wind. Like blood pourin out of the penthe ink stains slim chance if it get in your brain.The hot flash got you heated,with repeated attacks over the trackssmack niggas up, back niggas up,hack niggas up, jack niggas up,hangin the whack niggas up.Snowfall effect we're rollin the city limitscrushin the bitch ass niggas with all the gimics...(HOOK).